The Jester

daily life, performing without desire

The Jester dances in fine clothes he prance

performing without desire

King and queen gazes on

unamused by the jester's song

he is a ghost to all

The royal court laugh and clap

while the Jester feels trapped

amongst a large crowed, he stands

Pulling funny faces

people's mocking he embraces

a never-ending cycle

To the left to the right

to the air he takes flight

his limbs ache with each stretch

At night he prays

of the delays of the endless days

he sleeps with candle light

make them laugh, Jester

hopefully things will get better

not everyday is the same

A spectacle for people to see

free he can't be

though he smiles with them

performing without desire

he is no liar

Jester cannot take anymore

He is a ghost to all

speaking will be his down fall

no one shall hear a word

Amongst a large crowd he stands

serving to their commands

weak and tired he shall never rest

A never-ending cycle

he pins his dreams on the bible

he cannot stop, this is his job

His limbs ache with each stretch

as he lands near the edge

he must continue, to save the rest

He sleeps by candle light

and dreads each daylight

only he must carry this burden

The jester dances

in fine clothe he prances

performing without desire...